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Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Writing Prompt - It's Just Like The Movies

 By Sophia Kercher and Marilyn Friedman

After watching Ryan Gosling zip around downtown L.A. in Drive, we have fallen in love all over again with cinema. Write your own Oscar-worthy film or TV show and let the successful film industry professionals who teach screenwriting at Writing Pad help you get it produced!  Sign-up before these classes are full!
Writing Prompt: Here's a movie inspired writing prompt for this week.  Make a list of 5 significant people in your life (e.g., your Mom, your Dad, your siblings, your friends, your boss).  Pick one.  Write down something specific that the person does or says (for example, Marilyn's mother starts every sentence with the word, "For."). Now, make a list of five celebrities that could play that character in a movie.  Pick one.  Now, write down something specific that the celebrity does or says (for example, Ellen Degeneres is known to break out into dance, Charlie Sheen is notorious for saying, "winning," etc.).

 Write a scene or story where the celebrity you chose meets the person from your life, be sure to include the specific things that the character and the celebrity does or says.  For example, Sophia is going to write a scene about her sassy friend Lisa meeting Kat Dennings at a party, and the two of them rolling their eyes in unison at an annoying drunk guy.

Kat Dennings pictured above 

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Alessandra Rizzotti said...

My Father Meets Al Pacino...


Al Pacino walks in to the cashier's desk.

Al Pachino: I need to store some stuff. How much is a unit?

Father: One thousand bucks a night, and change.

Al Pacino: That's ridiculous. Why so much?

Father: A little extra for you.

Al Pacino: Why?

Father: A man like yourself? Making money? You better believe I take advantage.

Al Pacino: You sure you want to talk like that to me right now? You're really talking to me?

Father: Ya I'm talking to you.

Al Pacino: You talkin' to ME?

Father: gives?

Al Pacino: What gives with you?

Father: Just doing business. I'm a businessman.

Al Pacino: You're a crook.

Father: And you're a privileged individual.

Candace said...

Only in LA.
Joshua handed me the box of decoration to string up on our gift wrapping table in the Grove’s Barnes and Noble. It was all I could do to not stop and watch him every chance I got. His head nodding to some song I couldn’t hear made me want to dance along. I purposely wrapped the edges of the sleeves on my shirt around my fingers to keep my hands from touching his. I didn’t trust what I would do if our fingers touched. Probably something embarrassing, like faint or grab him and kiss him. My hormones had been unpredictable like that lately.
“Huh, Helen Emory Landon Logan High School gift wrap,” a voice read our sign from over my shoulder as I was taping the tinsel in place. “HELL HIGH. That is hilarious.” He laughed loud enough to make up for the lack of laughter around him. Looking up, I was blinded by a smile that rivaled that of Joshua Kimball’s, which is pretty hard. I tried to speak, but between his smile and Josh’s, my voice box gave out.
Josh spoke instead. “hey man, you’re that dude in High school Musical. The baking kid.” Josh looked over to me where I sat speechless hoping for some back up.
“Chris Warren Jr.” My voice was breathy. Oh, God, I sound like a porn star. Chris’s smile did the impossible and brightened by a thousand watts.
“Man, I love that movie! You were great! ” Josh reached a hand out for a high five. I braced myself for the cataclysmic even that would happen when their palms touched. The floors of the store would crack open and I would be swallowed hole in an explosion of hotness.
“Thanks, man,” Chris said as their hands move from high five to fist pump. I felt the floor begin to shift beneath my feet and reached to steady myself without taking my eyes of their moving hands. Instead of planting my feet firmly on the ground, I reached for the white table cloth sweeping it off the and onto me as I fell backwards on to my elbows.
“Are you okay?” Their voices became one as they swooped forward to either side of me. Two pairs of brown eyes, pink lips, white smiles, caramel skin. Josh’s hand on my shoulder.
“I think… I am going to faint” I whispered. Then I did.